Post by Nikolas Shadows on Dec 22, 2010 13:23:03 GMT -6
Name: Nikolas Shadows
Gender: male
Age: 19
Tribe: Night
Element: spirit
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: green
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Personality: Nikolas is a sort of dark, sadistic person. He takes enjoyment in hurting others, seeing their torment and discomfort. He likes making other uncomfortable, and likes to make them feel alone. He takes pleasure in their pain, and loves this war with the Day. He acts very much like the demons that come out at night, just…worse.
Likes: Nikolas loves to torment others. He loves the demons that come out at night, and he loves the dark, sadistic spirits that he can control. He loves tormenting people with their feelings, bringing light to their hidden ones. He loves the night, for that is when he is strongest, and when most of his lovely spirits come out to play.
Dislikes: Nikolas hates the day. It makes him feel powerless, and none of his spirits can come out. He wishes night could be eternal, and he believes that if Night can beat Day in this war, than it would be possible that night be eternal, and day never come around. He hates any light, preferring to be in the dark. He hates everybody in the Day tribe with a furious venom, wishing them all dead.
History: Nikolas was born to a rich family; he had everything he could ever want. But it was never enough for him. He always wanted more, always wanted better. He looked at those around him with disdain, always thinking himself better than everyone else.
Then he lost everything. It was a dark night, storm clouds everywhere, lightning flashing across the sky. A dark Halloween night. The spirits of the dead roamed the Earth freely this night, their dark howls of despair blending in to the roaring wind. It was the perfect opportunity for the haters of his family to sneak around back, a black can held in their hands. The fire struck up quickly, fed by the gasoline. No one heard the screams coming from the house through the dashing rain, howling wind, and roaring thunder. No one really mourned the family either, once morning came to find the once glorious manor in ashes. As the townsfolk moved on with their lives, no one noticed the young 15 year old boy flitting through the back alleys, hands horribly burned. They did notice the odds and ends stuff stolen from the shops though, like the trench coat cloaks, the top hats, and different things of the sort.
Nikolas spent the next few months living in the back alleys of the streets of London where he had grown up. Everything was different when you where in the streets. Soon he started to notice that he saw things that no one else saw, things that weren’t really there at all. Reflections of people, he thought at first. But as time went by, he began to notice that it was the spirits of the dead that he saw. He noticed he could see what people where feeling, not just by picking it up as feelings, but by seeing it as well in colors surrounding their bodies. He began to use these things to his benefit, moving from town to town, using his powers to earn a little money, to get what he needed from each place. And he vowed that we would use his powers to make other people feel the pain he felt.
He lived that way until he was 17, living off of his powers, slowly learning how to use them. Then one day, when he was once more in England, a spirit came to him and led him into the forest. He spent the next few months following this spirit at night, his eyes slowly adjusting until they were able to see perfectly fine in the dark, yet because of this, he was blinded during the day. The spirit finally led him to the Tribe of Night, where he has lived ever since. No one really likes him, seeing as he still thinks himself better than everyone else, and still uses his powers to torment others, but he’s just fine with that.
Gender: male
Age: 19
Tribe: Night
Element: spirit
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: green
Picture: i928.photobucket.com/albums/ad127/featherblaze/SHBNHBCAAK61ATCAO9JM0ECA5M007ACA41UL4ECAR6F5SCCABR0IF7CA9PEF7LCAV53Z02CAD1KFKRCAFNRG6PCA615Y4KCAFJRUB0CA2MHDJYCAML2FFCCAKSJHCSCAXV1ZXECAKDLH.jpg
Personality: Nikolas is a sort of dark, sadistic person. He takes enjoyment in hurting others, seeing their torment and discomfort. He likes making other uncomfortable, and likes to make them feel alone. He takes pleasure in their pain, and loves this war with the Day. He acts very much like the demons that come out at night, just…worse.
Likes: Nikolas loves to torment others. He loves the demons that come out at night, and he loves the dark, sadistic spirits that he can control. He loves tormenting people with their feelings, bringing light to their hidden ones. He loves the night, for that is when he is strongest, and when most of his lovely spirits come out to play.
Dislikes: Nikolas hates the day. It makes him feel powerless, and none of his spirits can come out. He wishes night could be eternal, and he believes that if Night can beat Day in this war, than it would be possible that night be eternal, and day never come around. He hates any light, preferring to be in the dark. He hates everybody in the Day tribe with a furious venom, wishing them all dead.
History: Nikolas was born to a rich family; he had everything he could ever want. But it was never enough for him. He always wanted more, always wanted better. He looked at those around him with disdain, always thinking himself better than everyone else.
Then he lost everything. It was a dark night, storm clouds everywhere, lightning flashing across the sky. A dark Halloween night. The spirits of the dead roamed the Earth freely this night, their dark howls of despair blending in to the roaring wind. It was the perfect opportunity for the haters of his family to sneak around back, a black can held in their hands. The fire struck up quickly, fed by the gasoline. No one heard the screams coming from the house through the dashing rain, howling wind, and roaring thunder. No one really mourned the family either, once morning came to find the once glorious manor in ashes. As the townsfolk moved on with their lives, no one noticed the young 15 year old boy flitting through the back alleys, hands horribly burned. They did notice the odds and ends stuff stolen from the shops though, like the trench coat cloaks, the top hats, and different things of the sort.
Nikolas spent the next few months living in the back alleys of the streets of London where he had grown up. Everything was different when you where in the streets. Soon he started to notice that he saw things that no one else saw, things that weren’t really there at all. Reflections of people, he thought at first. But as time went by, he began to notice that it was the spirits of the dead that he saw. He noticed he could see what people where feeling, not just by picking it up as feelings, but by seeing it as well in colors surrounding their bodies. He began to use these things to his benefit, moving from town to town, using his powers to earn a little money, to get what he needed from each place. And he vowed that we would use his powers to make other people feel the pain he felt.
He lived that way until he was 17, living off of his powers, slowly learning how to use them. Then one day, when he was once more in England, a spirit came to him and led him into the forest. He spent the next few months following this spirit at night, his eyes slowly adjusting until they were able to see perfectly fine in the dark, yet because of this, he was blinded during the day. The spirit finally led him to the Tribe of Night, where he has lived ever since. No one really likes him, seeing as he still thinks himself better than everyone else, and still uses his powers to torment others, but he’s just fine with that.
